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created on 03/16/2010 | http://fubar.com/random/b330421

posted on 03/16/2010&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;09:03&nbs-07:00;pm

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we come to times of trial and choice through life. What separates a good man and father.. from the rest, lays in the palms. how much blood are you willing to hold? how much of your own? we live in a nation of indulgent bastards dreaming of gold rings.. at the cost of fellow soul. it is no secret that i hold little opinion for my fellow man or their acts.. the actions of a decaying society that has been on a path of destruction far beyond the years i ever took first breath. my poor fellow man and woman of a land corrupt and born to... non has gone without suffering or wrong.. non has not been smited unjustified. but few remain to stand against.. to wily give of thy self in full for a greater good. teh heart has grown weak and inept to see the good in these dark places. our selfishness engulfs like a kerosene fire of lustful dreams. am i the only bastard child of the cold world that will stand defiant? am i the only one that sees a purpose beyond myself wants? TAKE... all my blood.. in your palms.. if it saves my child or yours.. dont take for takes sake.. for when you indulge for the soul and self pleasure of thy own... the thunders roar.. and hell.. follows.. i am a clasp of radiant electricity... my voice shakes the ground.. but teh message i bring.. is much worse.... for i sacrificed myself.. to deliver.

where do you stand? .. would or could you trade... your own happiness.. for another?
what are you willing to sacrifice?

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posted on 03/16/2010&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;09:03&nbs-07:00;pm

fuck your society
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Doors with plasticine handles fail to open. A selfish brand of selfishness renders logic incomplete. Waxwork friends hold company for a life time. Endless designs are littered with deceit. An ugly belief.. It's just an ugly belief. The blood runs from between your fingers as you hold your hand to your face. ... Stereotyped, rubber-stamped and fit to dance with the cL(one)s. The label you wear, you wear it well but a barcode hasn't much of a story to tell.. An ugly belief. It's just an ugly belief. The blood runs from between your fingers as you hold your hand to your face.. Harangue the mycelium but you may as well be 'speaking' in braille. The myriad's grasp of parables wanders lost at the boundaries of the inane. Their minds but washboards for a corporate lie. What an insensate legacy they leave behind when they die. An ugly belief.. It's just an ugly belief. The blood runs from between your fingers as you hold your hand to your face. FUCK YOUR SOCIETY

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posted on 03/16/2010&nbs-07:00;@&nbs-07:00;09:03&nbs-07:00;pm

its a subject
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Going back to the way I used to be is harder than being what I became,
It hurts to forget and everyday it brings a new feeling of searing pain to my body.
I feel every once of the change as my body fights to go back to its former self,
Even I hate what I was and I hate what I am,
The mind never forgets, just lapses from memory to memory until everything is hidden away,
So not even I can find it.
I begin to forget who I have become and what made me this way,
I begin to mold into my old memory and that was what I wished to lose so much,
To feel nothing is the ultimate pain in the world.
No matter what they say, feeling no love and only feeling hate is the worst kind of pain in the world.
I go back to the way of old and begin yet a new in the way I was to behold a memory or an image of beauty created by the mind,
Until that image has no value and everything worked so hard for is forgotten and you
have to fall onto shoulders you would rather let be alone.
Sometimes we just cant help what happens and what we are,
So after all these years of pain I have to forget about this dream of being what ill never be.
To forget everything but what is important,
Whatever it may be a friend, a love or even a pet, an image of comfort, of importance is what should never be forgotten and even these images we have to let have space,
To let them live a life without you,
That way they may experience, what you may never have the chance to.

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